Find Your Big Magic

Where's your big magic?  I love my clients.  While most are completely unaware, I have the coolest clients around.  They are generally serious ass kickers.  They have endured.  They have survived.  They have fought there way.  They have been unwilling to stop fighting.  They come tattooed.  They come with doctorates in super cool things.  They have reached tremendous heights.  They come with scars and bruises unable to be seen by the naked eye.  They come too often fighting the wrong battle.  They come too often a thousand voices away from their big magic.

So what is big magic?  It's that tapping on the shoulder.  It's that nudge for a story to be written.  It's that image for a painting to be painted.  It's that idea suggesting you turn your world upside down and move to another city.  It's that little voice inside your head begging you to take over the world... because you can.  It's that part of you that craves being unafraid.  It's that little girl who was hushed.  It's that little girl who was told she was too bright, too bold, too loud.  It's that little girl who just needs someone to tell her that she is enough.  Just as she is... enough.

I've met very few clients that I didn't at some point want to befriend.  Considering that's really a no no in my line of work I haven't actually befriended any clients.  It isn't easy.  They are all full of big magic.  If I'm lucky I get to watch the uncovering of their voice.  I get to hear a client come in and talk about getting a story idea.  I get to hear how she hasn't had an idea for a couple years... years that have been covered with grief and loss and stress.  Now that she has uncovered her voice her big magic wants to play too.  You feel it.  That creative light.  You know when it's out too.

I do.  I do know when it's off.  It's subtle.  I'm still doing everything you'd see on the surface.  It's on the inside that I've lost it.  I'm just a little less present.  I'm just a little more likely to throw a stone at myself before I open up the hands of grace.  I'm likely to look at you and think you don't like me.  That's the way I hide from my big magic.  I hide my voice.  I don't write.  I don't 'show up'.  I forget I'm capable of more.  I accept less.  What if we all refused to give up our big magic?  What if we just stopped cluttering our head with anything that wasn't a step closer to conquering the world?  You only have to conquer yours.  Let the others be responsible for conquering the world that belongs to them.

Big magic.  Hold tight.  Enjoy the ride.